Even though it’s our AU, I still can’t wait for Fishie to write Gilbert’s part in Blindchild!
uwu alfred bby ish okey! It was a past fling!
EXCERPT TIME ie. fishie is writing this off the top of her head right now
Really, Arthur should have known something dodgy was going on. After all, the last time Francis had refused to tell him who he was modelling with, the end product had been one Alfred Jones. But the last few weeks had made Arthur drop his guard, mellowed him out, made him think that oh perhaps Francis knows what he is doing.
Clearly Francis didn’t know what he was doing.
Out of no where, arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him close. Reflexively, Arthur swung his elbow backwards, but whoever it was seemed to have anticipated this very move because they caught his wrist without much trouble, pulling it up against his own chest.
“Bloody hell-” Arthur began, raising his (heeled) shoe to stomp down on unsuspecting toes. Then he froze at the breath ghosting across his neck.
“‘Ello Arthur. It’s been a while.”
Arthur relaxed. Then stomped down with his foot anyway.
“Sheisse!” said Gilbert, wrenching his arms away.
There was the sound of him jumping up and down on one foot, Francis laughing and saying something French. The unmistakable guffaw of Alfred cackling gleefully in the background. Arthur smirked.
“Hello yourself,” he said, straightening his shirt.
“You haven’t changed a bit,” said Gilbert - and it felt like no more than a day had passed since that sun drenched afternoon in France - the way Gilbert’s accent sharpened the edge of his words like a carefully poised pen. He was wearing the same cologne and when he stepped forwards, Arthur remembered what his hands felt like, splayed across his hip.
Arthur took a step back. Gilbert stopped.
“How have you been?” asked Arthur, a little awkwardly.
“Fine, fine,” said Gilbert, stepping forwards, “and you’ve been all over the place. I think I saw you in last May’s vogue.”
“And I haven’t seen you anywhere,” Arthur replied.
“Ouch,” said Alfred. Arthur could imagine the grin on his face, wide and mischievous. Gilbert seemed to notice that there were other people in the room (he was always so self centred, self absorbed Arthur didn’t forget that bit, no- )
“And who is this?” he asked.
“Model we picked up off the side of the street,” said Arthur.
“Artie!”
“He’s just here to watch,” said Francis, “‘es very green and I thought he could learn something. That is, if you don’t’ mind of course.”
“The awesome me is always happy to impart wisdom onto others,” said Gilbert grandly, grabbing Arthur by the waist again and before he could pull away, Gilbert had dipped him to the floor, his other hand pulling Arthur’s straight. He laughed when Arthur swore in surprise, twirling them both upright as if they were in the middle of a tango. Arthur had not forgotten the way Gilbert could dance, and it made his head spin when he was dipped again. He had to cling onto Gilbert’s other hand for fear of falling on the floor.
Then Gilbert leaned in close and kissed him long and hard, tongue flicking over Arthur’s own when he gasped. Then he was being spun upright again, the world disorienting, Francis’ laughter ringing out against the warehouse floor.
“We’ll give him something good to watch, won’t we Arthur?”
Arthur slapped him across the face.
*flails uncontrollably* OMG HAHAHAH OMG GILBERT BBY
This completely surprised me! BUT IN A GOOD WAY eue)a
/contemplates doodling more just to read more snippets heheheheh >:3c
